Quick Transmigration: Male Lead, You’re Overpowered?

Fortunately, there is no shortage in this cold palace, and the tree is not lacking.

A Zhao found the rope and tied two knots on two trees.

She shook the bedding sent by the House of Representatives, and her face was disgusted.

I don't know how long it has been put, some tides, and it is also light in my hand, not a few weights.

It’s autumn now, and it’s okay in the daytime. Once in the evening, the chill of the cold silk will come in from all directions.

What can this thing use?

A Zhao once again spurned that and the nobles in his heart.

If she can go out from this place, she thought, she must also let the noble lady, taste the taste of working people.

Azhao will be hanged up and turned around to see the simple sets of green cloth clothes...

When Zhao Yan came out with sweat, he saw the picture of A Zhaozhen’s smashing clothes at the well.

For a moment, his mind remembered the word male peasant weaving.

He gimmicked and threw these strange ideas out of his mind.

Zhao Wei always felt that this Wang Hao had been different since he came to this cold palace.

But the specifics are different, he can't say it.

When the night comes again, the Anle Palace does not say that it is completely new, and the goodness has changed a bit.

The sleeping hall has been evacuated - except for the bed and soft bed that was used for sleeping, Zhao Wei moved all the other things that could be thrown out to the vacant room next to it.

The ground and the walls were wiped over and over, although the look was still very worn, at least not so dirty.

Azhao looked at the bed with a thin bedding and soft collapse.

Obviously the two are going to sleep separately.

As a man, Zhao Wei consciously went to the soft collapse, leaving the spacious big bed to Azhao.

Both of them were lying down with their clothes, and Zhao Wei blows out the lights.

It fell into darkness when it was around.

Azhao screamed shortly: "What are you doing?"

Zhao Wei’s low voice sounded in the darkness: “When the lights go out to sleep, what else does Wang Hao have?”

Of course!

So black!

This place is so broken!

Still cool!

Azhao said as calmly as possible: "Why turn off the lights?"

Zhao Wei is very strange: "There is not much to save the lamp oil..."

He suddenly realized what: "Are you afraid of black?"

A Zhao mouth is hard: "No... I just asked."

Zhao Wei did not speak.

Azhao did not speak.

She closed her eyes and tried to fall asleep.

But I have been thinking about all sorts of weird things in my mind. For example, there is a shadow on the bedside looking at myself. Will there be a hand under the bed...

She indented her whole person into the quilt, and the more she wanted to sleep.

Someone in the dark seemed to sigh softly.

Then, the yellowish glow illuminates this small world.

Feeling the light, Azhao carefully opened his eyes.

She let out a sigh of relief, turned and sat up, and looked at Zhao Wei, who was up because of the light. "Isn't it necessary to save the lamp oil? What do you do with the lights?"

Zhao Wei: "..."

He is a martial artist, the bed of the two is so close, her breath and little movements he heard clearly.

If it weren’t for her fear that she couldn’t sleep, where did he use it to light up?

The mouth is a woman who is wrong!

Zhao Yan took a look at A Zhao and snorted: "I am afraid of black, can't I?"

The original male owner is also afraid of black.

A Zhaoxi thought: I am so good, so she can light up.

She looked at the man and insisted on it. "Well, if you are so scared, let's light at night. Light oil will find a way later."

Zhao Wei: "..."

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Hahahaha don't know why I have been laughing here.

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